Hi! I am back, after a whole god damn year, I...am...back. In honor of me being back, I will be making a bunch of oneshots on the different ships I wrote about a few years ago, and new ships I've learned to love over the time I've been gone. I've al...
A/N Troy and Sophie have a weird way of flirting ;).
"I hate everything about this class," Sophie said, looking into her final period of the first day of 10th grade, from the doorframe. All she needed to see was the rowdy kids, the sleeping teacher, and motivational posters hanging on the wall to know that this was going to be the worst year of her entire life.
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Fuck off cunt, I'll stop anytime I want to, Sophie thought, mentally flipping off the poster.
"Ouch...my feelings," Troy said pushing past her to get into the class.
"Shut up, what are you doing in an AP class anyways?" Sophie asked with a combination of sassiness and sarcasm in her tone.
"English happens to be my favorite subject, and my best subject," Troy stated matter of factly.
Sophie rolled her eyes and made her way into the classroom. "Come on Troy, we're sitting umm...over there," Sophie said pointing to the back left corner of the classroom, which happened to be the area away from everyone else.
"And here I was, thinking you hated me. I guess deep down inside you do love me," Troy said while touching his heart with fake sniffles to boot his joke, "I'm honored to sit next to you." Sophie rolled her eyes, grabbed his arm, and practically dragged him to their seats. She forced him in a seat in front of the last seat, in the last row, in the back corner. After Troy was seated, she took the seat behind him.
"Oh, and by the way, I don't love you, you're just the least shitty thing in a room full of shit." Before Troy could respond, the bell rang, which woke the teacher, and got the rowdy kids to finally take a seat.
"Okay class, today we'll just...um...you know, go over the rules, or whatever," the teacher said drowsily.
"Rule number 1. Don't talk when I'm talking. Rule number 2. Don't talk talk to me, like, ever. Rule number 3. Don't..."
Sophie sighed and tapped Troy on the shoulder, he turned his head so that his left eye was looking at her.
"What?" Troy asked in a hushed whisper.
"What rule is he on?"
Troy laughed to himself, and turned his body completely around to face Sophie, "Do you really think that I would be paying attention?"
"You said English was your favorite subject, I assumed you'd love it enough to pay attention to the teacher."
"Number one, love is very strong word, I would at least have to go out on a couple of dates before I could even say I like English as more than friend. And two, I like to write, for the most part I really fucking hate teachers."
"Hey, you two. Shut up," the teacher said before continuing on with his long list of class rules.
Sophie rolled her eyes, grabbed a pack of sticky notes, and began doodling some "inappropriate drawings". Once she stuck the first one on his back, she wasn't going to stop.
